Submissive Housekeeping Slut

Ramon runs his house like a drill sergeant. Alice hates the way he talks to her, that cold stare and barked orders. But when the doors shut and the silence hits, she’s in the kitchen with her fingers buried between her thighs, cursing his name while she imagines his hands forcing her open. He walks in. Catches her mid-moan, skirt up, legs shaking. No mercy. He grabs her hair, slams her forward over the counter, and spits on her before he pushes inside—thick, hard, taking what he wants. She cries out, but her hips push back anyway. He laughs. Low and cruel. Tells her exactly what she is while he pounds her into the granite. Then he drags her down the hall, strips her bare, and throws her onto the bed. Rope bites into her wrists, spreads her wide. Legs up. Ass up. Nothing left to hide. He oils her hole and drives in deep—slow at first, then rough, relentless, until she’s gasping, drooling, begging without words. Every thrust knocks the air out of her. Every slap across her tits leaves a red mark. She comes with his cock buried in her ass, shaking, ruined, and still wanting more.